Its taken 15 years to return after my last Alfa (Sud 1.5ti) dissolved in front of me. A wonderful car, but I took it badly, as the doors, boot and complete shell and chassis just rotted away over a winter.
I always wanted to return, but the usual combo of responsibility and being seen to be sensible meant the path of mediocrity and finally an mpv had to be trodden. As those words "need a new gearbox, mate" were delivered too the not so trusty people carrier, I just knew it was time to stop being sensible and find a proper car to drive.
Once the London run around was sorted, time to decide, it was always going to be a V6. Having seen and driven a good few I narrowed the search to a pre-facelift 164 but couldn't find anything for quite some time. Until having driven 150 miles I was taken to a deserted truck yard where amongst the debris and carcasses I looked upon a once proud car.
Well, still covered in moss and bird mess but now siting on my drive, it was not exactly the classic car the family had in mind. But I knew, having driven her back 150 miles in the dark with an image of the temp and oil pressure dials burned into my retinas as sleep prevailed; and from the folder of bills I surveyed the following morning, it was search over. Time to go for a proper drive.